Globe of Frogs

And when she feeds the flowers up they rise their pretty little heads
 And when she waters them they glow and smirk and smile in their beds
 And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and looking on
 And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and moving on
 And when she walks across the floorboards
 how they creak and ooze and moan (I want you)
 And when she walks across the
 floorboards they're so glad she's on her own
 And in a globe of frogs, we lie on sack and moving on
 And in a globe of frogs, we lie on dark and saying
 "Mrs. Watson, all your children have been certified insane
 And I want you."
 And when the night comes down the
 houses close their doors and dream of her
 Their shuttered eyes are closed
 inside their curtains wrap around her form
 And in a globe of frogs, we're linking tongues and moving on
 And in a globe of frogs, you know what's right, you know it
 "Mrs. Watson, you've been certified as good as gold
 And I want you
 Yeah, I want you."
 Ain't you never seen a disembodied soul before?
 Ain't you never seen a soul seeking incarnation?
 Information?
 And when she feeds the fish they flip and jerk and wriggle in the pond
 (I want you) And when she hands them
 things they all perk up and nibble on her thumb
 And in a globe of frogs, the moth unfurls its moistened wings
 And in a globe of frogs, a soul appears, the word made flesh.
 End